not clever enough for witty titles
WHO: Ruka, Bakura (the other one)
WHERE: Moonybase Mark 2
WHEN: Sometime last week because good lord I suck at timely posts
WARNINGS: ¯\(°_●)/¯
WHAT: Girl loses an eye. That dude she hangs out with sometimes has a spare. Hopefully it won't make her vomit fire.
WORDS: yes
And so the promised days passed with as much stress as was to be expected; reports were made, police were spoken to, doctors checked in upon, and so on, and so forth. She had luck enough to avoid illness, or risk to losing the other eye; most of the struggle was simply in adjusting. Rubbing at her eyes in the morning was always a shock when the one provided more resistance to the other; sometimes objects surprised her by coming into her hand sooner than she expected to feel them; trying to adjust to a lack of depth perception frequently had her more disoriented than reacting on instinct. She missed the other side of her nose, and recognizing her reflection on the first glance. Days passed into weeks, two or three, and into expected patterns.
Today would be a mild break from practicing catching tossed stuffed toys or tennis balls, or retraining her hand to follow the lines hidden in paper, for Bakura was coming over. And with him... something far more weighty than simple Chinese Takeout.
WHERE: Moonybase Mark 2
WHEN: Sometime last week because good lord I suck at timely posts
WARNINGS: ¯\(°_●)/¯
WHAT: Girl loses an eye. That dude she hangs out with sometimes has a spare. Hopefully it won't make her vomit fire.
WORDS: yes
And so the promised days passed with as much stress as was to be expected; reports were made, police were spoken to, doctors checked in upon, and so on, and so forth. She had luck enough to avoid illness, or risk to losing the other eye; most of the struggle was simply in adjusting. Rubbing at her eyes in the morning was always a shock when the one provided more resistance to the other; sometimes objects surprised her by coming into her hand sooner than she expected to feel them; trying to adjust to a lack of depth perception frequently had her more disoriented than reacting on instinct. She missed the other side of her nose, and recognizing her reflection on the first glance. Days passed into weeks, two or three, and into expected patterns.
Today would be a mild break from practicing catching tossed stuffed toys or tennis balls, or retraining her hand to follow the lines hidden in paper, for Bakura was coming over. And with him... something far more weighty than simple Chinese Takeout.